Chapter One

Kiara POV

I woke up on Friday morning to my phone buzzing at my side. I immediately knew it was from my best friend, Harry Styles. Hey Ki-Ki! Wakey wakey ;) –Hazza xxx My full name is Kiara Winston, but Harry insisted on calling me "Ki-Ki" from when we first met a little more than a year ago. I was new to Holmes Chapel, and Harry approached me when I was taking a walk. We've been inseperable ever since.

I got ready for school in record time, dressing in my uniform that was required (just a plaid skirt and white polo thankifully) and throwing my dirty blond hair in a messy bun. I applied a few coats of mascara and giving double-check in my mirror, my aquamarine eyes staring back. My eyes are the only thing that are almost pretty about me on my small figure. My light hair usually reached my mid-back, but I pulled it up a lot. My eyes were prominent against my pale skin, with a few freckles dotting my cheeks and nose.

After grabbing a piece of toast from the kitchen, I pulled on my school shoes and grabbed my bag. I ran out the door in a rush. Harry was smirking at me with his dimples showing waiting for me.

"Hey Harold," I said, hugging him quickly. He got up and we started walking down the sidewalk.

"Wow Ki-Ki, you got ready in about ten minutes and still manage to look beautiful," Harry said, play flirting of course. I rolled my eyes at him. The rest of the walk to school, we talked and joked around, but mostly laughed.

When we reached school, we walked up to our other friends. There's Patrick Cullen, with light red hair and green eyes. He's the funny one of the group. Then there's Ella and Sophia Hanson, the twins. The both have curly black hair, dark blue eyes, and tan skin. They're obviously the hot ones. Then there's Michael Marker, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He's mostly quiet, but every once in a while, we get him out of his shell.

After we entered school, I stopped at my locker to grab my books. I had the best locker in the school. Why? Josh Harner was only a locker today and I liked him. A lot. I knew Harry didn't like him, I had no idea why, but who cares? I can like who I want.

"Oh, hey Josh," I tried to say as least awward as I could. Josh flashed me a smile, making my heart melt. Josh had dark straight hair and hazel eyes. He was gorgeous.

But he walked away without a single word. Sighing, I opened my locker and got out my Maths, English, and History books, throwing them in my bag. I was blessed with having Ms. Mason (aka Ms. Chins) for Maths, the worst subject ever, for a first period. Lucky me…

"Ready to go see Ms. Chins?" Harry laughed beside me. I groaned and turned to him, putting on the fakest smile I could.

"Best part of my day!" I said sarcastically. The rest of the day consisted of Harry and me getting barked at my Ms. Chins, trying not to fall asleep in class, and joyfully walking home with Harry. I was going to hang out at his house like always, so I went to get changed first.

Harry POV

What do you do when you love your best friend? Because that's exactly how I felt with Kiara. I think the guys and the twins suspected how I felt, but the only person that knew for sure was my sister, Gemma. One day when Ki-Ki was leaving, Gemma asked me, and when I said no, she knew I was lying, so I was forced to tell her. We get on well, so I knew she wouldn't tell, but she kept telling me to tell Kiara, but I can't. It would ruin everything.

As I waited for Kiara to get changed, I got changed into sweats and a t-shirt. "Tell her tonight," Gemma told me as soon as I walked down. I rolled my eyes.

"I can't," I replied, then went to the kitchen to make popcorn before she could attempt to convince me it was "better" anymore. I just couldn't, end of discussion. The only horrible parts to being in love with Kiara was that she loved the user of the school, Josh, and that I couldn't have her, no matter how much I needed her. And oh, I did need her desperately.

"Harry?" Kiara called from the doorway. "Oh hey Gemma!"

"Hey Kiara! Harry's in the kitchen," I heard Gemma say. A few seconds later, the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen came in smiling. It was Kiara Winston of course, the girl that was like my sister, nothing more and nothing less.

"Hey Ki-Ki," I said, pouring the steaming popcorn into a bowl. She leaned on the counter next to me.

"Hey Haz," she said. "Movie night?" I nodded. Mostly every Friday, we had movie night. We started out with "Love Actually" then ended with the classics, like "The Wizard of Oz," Kiara's favorite. Kiara usually made me watch the latest Harry Potter movie.

"YES! I'LL GO SET UP!" Kiara yelled, running into the living room. I was a little afraid; Kiana was just a little crazy, but that's why I loved her.

AfAfter grabbing two cans of Coke, I ninja-like took it all into the living room. In front of the TV was a massive fort made out of blankets and pillows that was held up by chairs. I just started laughing.

"Come on in, Haz!" Kiana said, poking her head out. I set the food on the table and crawled in. She was propped up against a cushion, smiling like always. I don't think Kiana ever stops smiling, unless someone makes her really mad or something, which rarely happens. Kiana's always happy, well, except in the morning.

"So 'Love Actually' first, right?" I asked. Kiana nodded.

"Well duh. What else are we going to start with?" Kiana said laughing. I smirked and crawled out to put in the movie.

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"I think I had too much ice cream and popcorn," Kiana said, groaning and clutching her stomach. I laughed. Kiana may be really tiny, but she has the biggest appetite I have ever seen. It's actually pretty adorable.

"Yeah just a little," I said. My parents were both on business trips, which happened a lot, and Gemma was over a friends all night, so I got an idea. "Wanna stay over tonight?" Kiana nodded.

"Sure," she answered. "It's for the better. I don't think I can stand up, Haz." I smirked at her. "Har-" Kiana never got to finish because she fell asleep on my couch. I got up from the other sofa and picked her up bridal style. Even though Kiana eats like a pig, she still is as light as a feather.

I carried her up the steps to my bedroom, and lied her down on the bed. I lied down next to her, wrapping my arms around her, and pulled the covers up over us. "I love you, Ki-Ki," I whispered before drifting off to sleep.